Strings Of Fate

Chapter 40: Strange things

I don't usually do Author Notes at the beginnings of chapters but I'm doing it this time. So, this chapter doesn't really have any radio dust in it, maybe a hint of it? But like I said before this book doesn't just showcase Alastor and Angel all the time because, if it was JUST about them all the timer and didn't build on their separate lives, it would be a poor written book. So, this chapters just gonna show Angel and his brother pretty much. Next chapter will have radiodust in it, and I'm sorry I took so long with getting this out. I was re-working a lot of the chapter. 

 The wood creaked under Angel's footsteps; as he passed by the rooms he inspected each of the numbers. Most were rusted, but he managed to make out the intended number.

"Fuck, how long is this hallway." He muttered to himself, his voice echoing off the empty walls.

Maybe Aaron was having better luck with all this? He shined his flashlight among the last remaining doors of the hall. His mind mentally checking off each as he walked by them.

2-1, -02, --3, 20-.

Angel paused, his mind clicking. The last one was 204 so that meant...His eyes trailed along the wall; On the end of the hall, standing on its own wall was the final door. The light moved over flashing on the door. In the dim lighting, Angel could make out the nameplate.

205

The nameplate was readable compared to all the others. In fact, it seemed in far better condition. Angel glanced over his shoulder behind him. The darkness that led back the way he came. He contemplated heading back and getting Aaron, or at the very least call him.

But as he considered the option, taking his phone from his pocket, he found there to be no signal.

"Yeah because that's always a good thing in fuckin' horror movies." Angel mused to himself.

Aaron probably found out none of the doors were correct and was likely heading this way now. Stalling would be a waste of time; and Angel was starting to lose feeling in his hands as it was due to the cold.

He patted his pocket registering the weapon there. Once he made sure, he proceeded towards the end of the hall. With each step, the floorboards moaned and groaned in response. The sound was concerning but Angel did his best to ignore it, writing it off as just the building being old.

Angel froze suddenly, only a few feet from the door, he began to hear the sound of...splitting wood?

The area below Angel's feet suddenly caved in. Instantly his hand gripped the sides of the floor above just barely.

His nails dug into the rotten wood and didn't chance a look down as he quickly grabbed the knife from his pocket.

In the same motion, he brought the blade out and slammed it down into the more secure part of the floor above.

With his hand slipping, he relied on the knife to keep him stationed.

It was now that he chanced a look down, seeing his flashlight had fallen a lot further than he'd thought.

He could barely see the light from what he assumed to be the first floor having fallen through another hole under him.

The brief thought of 'had someone fallen before' crossed his mind. But he hadn't the time to think about it.

If he fell now, he would break his bones and possibly his neck or worse. Falling wasn't an option.

"Dammit--" he grunted through his teeth, using his strength to try and pull himself up. "--It's always this fucking hard."